Legend of the Weeping Widow

As the librarian sat alone at his desk, he felt a chill in the air that came from the Eastern wing. He shivered as he tucked himself deeper into his woolen robes. A feeling that is not often felt in the usually warm and comforting library, he climbed off his chair and took a candle to help him investigate.
As he walked down the corridors, he felt the books on the shelves quivering and pointing down the hall to a young man looking reading a collection of old tattered parchments. The old librarian hobbled up to the youngsters and politely asked what he had discovered. This almost startled the poor man as he brought his attention back to reality.
They begin apologising but the librarian chuckles and calms his nerves. Learning that what the young man was looking for was a book on myths and legends. But not the happy go lucky kind, he wanted something a bit more real. This response gave him a reason to stroke his chin and think for a moment. Looking around at the shelves to find a particular leather-bound novel.
After some time had passed, his eyes landed on what he was looking for and handed it to the young man with a grin on his face. He warned the young man it might bring him to tears, especially the one about the Weeping Widow. The sound of this name grabs the attention of the young man who asks for more details.
And so, the Librarian tucks his robes around himself once more. Clears his throat and opens the book in his hand to begin the legend of the Weeping Widow.

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This is a very old tale, perhaps one of the earliest. One of heartbreak and sorrow, that shows the power of love can be stronger than even the most powerful Acuran. And it all begins in a little village on the outskirts of the Great Forest.
The forest is home to towering trees and darkened shadows. What lurks in the shadows is a number of monstrous creatures that love nothing more than to watch the world burn, spreading chaos wherever possible. Sometimes these monsters get rather brave, and take steps outside of the Great Forest, venturing into the fields of Cytal.
Now, a short distance away from the edge of the forest rested a small village. Full of good people. Simple people. Good and honest workers that worked the farms to feed their families. They were happy, they were at peace. That is, until the monsters came at night. For when the daystar said goodbye and the moon rose high, the creatures from the forest crawled out from their groves and showed their evil souls to the people of the village.
There was screams, there was tears and the villagers ran from their homes. Including a couple, husband and wife, who just wanted to be let alone. But they were caught up in the roars and feared the teeth of the beasts and creatures that destroyed everything they knew, their lives. All through the night the beasts smashed and swiped at the basic housing, the people of the village until morning came once more. The monsters left, but what they left was a village in ruins. People killed, neighbours hurt. And the husband of the couple thought this will happen no more.
So he got an axe from his outdoor stable, and rode towards the great forest to slay beasts for what they had done. His wife begged, pleaded that he stay. She didn't want to lose him, she couldn't bare the thought of a life without him. But the husband did not listen, he wanted his wife to be safe, his village to be a peaceful place once more. Thus he rode off into the distance, with an axe and a bow.
The wife could not simply stay behind and chased after her husband. Her plan was simple, just bring him home. And so the pair ventured deep into the Great Forest with good intentions, but they could have never anticipated what would lie in the shadows. The couple became lost in the twisting branches of the menacing trees, they held each other close as they tried to find a way out. But that is when they saw a a terrible light.
At first they thought it was someone else, a traveller also lost with a torch in hand. But as they grew near, it was clear to see, what the light was a burning tree. Around the tree creatures grew near and the couple now surrounded by all of their fears. Eyes like daggers, talons and teeth, and the monster who ate their neighbours sheep.
The husband kissed his wife on the hand and raised his axe and lunged head first into the monsters trap. It happened so fast, blink and you might miss it. But the wife saw her husband's neck snap. And in that moment she succumbed to fear and cried out in pain at the loss of her dear. Her tears seemed to flood the forest, her cries piercing the ears of all that was near. For there was something about the wife I've not mentioned, her magic was strong and it amplified her tears.
She banished the monsters in a single swoop, and the burning tree bowed down to her sorrow and pain. And just like that, it was all over. The wife alone and lost in the shadowy forest. Slowly sobbing and weeping away. Legend says she never left that place. They say her spirit eternally stayed. The Weeping Widow she has been named, forever thinking of her husband's final day.